Bad Boy Biker
“Mark my words, that boy’s been carrying a torch for you since high school. Some fires never go out completely.”
After she left, Valentina leaned against the counter, the quiet of the bookstore a balm to her frayed nerves. Surrounded by stories of other people’s lives, she could almost forget the mess she’d made of her own.
The bell over the door jingled, and she looked up to see Patty enter, determination written across her face.
“We’re going out tonight,” Patty announced without preamble. “Girls’ night. No arguments.”
“I’m not really in the mood—”